In shadows cast by soft lamplight,
where silence speaks the loudest,
two souls carve their dreams into starlit skies.
Whispered secrets ride the breeze,
kissing the ink that eternally binds them.
The night holds its breath; every rustle
a gentle echo of promises spoken
between heartbeats, entwined like vines,
reaching endlessly, seeking more,
until dawn blurs their whispered symphony.
Listen to the tales carried by the wind,
Dance beneath the ink-stained sky.
Embrace the echoes of forever.